After a very silent car drive, we made it to my house.
"Thank you for the ride."
"You're welcome," She smiled. "James isn't a bad person. Just hear him out."
"I don't know, I can't handle people yelling. I didn't mean to make him mad." I sobbed.
"I'm sure he knows it. Don't give up on him." She wiped my tears.
"We'll see. Good night Mrs. Jacobs." I got out of her car and waved her goodbye. I went inside my house and told my parents I would tell them tomorrow the meaning of my tears.
The next day I was in the kitchen having breakfast alone since I woke up really early.
"Are you okay?" I look up to see my dad.
"I don't know, I like James, but yesterday he yelled at me. It was my fault, I kept asking him about a picture of a girl he has."
"That doesn't give him the right to yell a
